Northstar Vale And pluck till time and times are done

The storm had come, quite violently so, but Rhys did not turn away a free bath. Yes, he had liked a place to stay clear from the rain at first, but after being soaked he gave up. His coat was already drenched, so what did it matter - those few hours of just drying up in a cave or something? He had better things to do; girls, to be more specific. Anyway, when the storm had finally passed, and he had dried in the early, autumn sun (that had been quite cold) He was on his way again. He finally realized he was walking in circles, and therefore decided to pass through the mountains altogether.

Bad idea... Very bad idea. He said in a whisper to himself when the mountain went downhill to a place that smelled strongly of pack - a scent that was creepily familiar to him. He bit his lip, trying to find a way around this bowl-like structure, but he had no choice but to continue. Perhaps if he was nice, they'd let him pass without troubles.

Just as he thought no one was there, a form appeared on what he thought to be the borders - or perhaps the middle of the territory, he was quite confused. A pale color, much like Liri had been, but without a tail and strange yet somewhat attractive copper markings. He forced a smile, yet stayed clear of walking in her personal space - simply because he almost had no way of escaping. Good morning, missss...-? He greeted in his low, hissed, somewhat sexy voice, clearly wanting a name to call her.